Falling Up

There is a place Where the road ends And where magic begins Where screams are whispers And whispers are songs Where nightmares are butterflies And dreams are reality So come and join me Take my and I shall Whisk you away to see We will fly hand in hand Through this little world of mine Falling up through clouds Leaping down into rain And spinning ‘round between snow flakes But hush and stay quiet As to not scare the magic away For it is a small fickly little thing So remember when in a car or on a bike Rather walking or skating At any moment you can fall up Into the clouds And drop into my little world Of fickle magic And don’t forget to be silent As you let it dance around you